I have a dream like everyone else,
But sometimes it seems I should put that dream on a shelf,
My heart is gold I swear it is,
Slowly growing cold because Ive kept it hid,
Honestly I've lost so much,
Selfish moment here I am I don't mean to make such a fuss,
Maybe, just maybe, someone out there understands what it's like to be crushed,
If not, that's fine, solitude is a must,
Why's it hope can sometimes blind?,
What if I'm here to just do and die?
What I mean is could it be I'm just another?
A speck of sand waiting for the current to drag me under,
Is all this talk just phycotic,
Probably, but my mind has bought it,
And the mirror, the mirror wants to tear me down,
I think I see myself clearer and then I frown,
Where do all of these lines overlap?
I just need the old me back.
